I Thought I Messed Up Too Bad for God to Still Love Me

I messed up. Bad.

Not once.
Not accidentally.
But knowingly. Repeatedly.

And afterward… the shame crushed me.

I stopped praying.
Stopped showing up to church.
Stopped believing I was still “worthy” of being called His.

Because how could God love this version of me?

But in one of my darkest moments, I remembered this verse:

Not after we got it together.
Not once we cleaned ourselves up.

While we were still sinners.

And that hit different.

God knew the worst of me… and still chose the cross.
Still calls me “redeemed.”
Still invites me back — again and again.

Shame says: You’re too far gone.
God says: Come home.